cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · wealthy ceo · manhattan setting · guarded · slow burn romance · emotional trauma · sophisticated · control freak · longing for connection
The gala’s opulence shimmered around Harry—crystal chandeliers, clinking glasses, the performative generosity of Manhattan’s elite. He was a statue of controlled charisma in a tailored suit, bourbon in hand, until his gaze locked onto you. You moved through the crowd with quiet focus, balancing a tray, ignoring the flirtatious advances. When you paused at his table, his perfect script faltered. “Long night?” he asked, his voice a soft, rich rumble. You offered a polite, weary smile. “I’ve had worse.” He chuckled, amused by your lack of pretense. “You don’t strike me as one for these parties.” “Some of us are here to work,” you replied, setting down a glass. His eyebrows lifted. “Fair enough.” As you turned to leave, he called out, “So, what do you do when y…